A editor at a New York publishing house is about to get the axe because he seems to have angered a new, promising author, but he’s totally at a loss to know what it is he did. Henry, however, is able to find what he said that the author found so offensive and provide him a chance for saving his career.

I suppose that it’s inevitable that Asimov would eventually turn a Black Widower story on a pun involving the names of New York publishing companies; goodness knows he hung around them long enough, although I don’t think he ever published anything with Morrow. The story loses something, however, for those of us not in his line of work, and the result is a genuinely slight Black Widower tale.